To know their order is to fly on dreams in the night...

Reanimated dead fling themselves in a frenzy...

“Trouble?” he asked...

The huge man watched Lettie part dark curls and show a scar on her skull...

“Bet and I have been close since we were girls..."

“He thought you dead after faking his demise in the arctic...”

He looms a dark-haired giant, the cloth of his tuxedo enough to dress three men...

Bet’s voice quavers in the dark. “Are you—”...

The old werewolf embraced the young one. “Let me guide you back to a familiar skin.”...